[ she is out of it, but not so out of it that she isn't control of her actions or thoughts, just enough to take the edge off of her fear. right now, the terror that he will disappear right from under her cannot control her as much as it usually might, and the lovely warmth of his kiss is far stronger than that apprehension. without being pulled down by worry she can rise into what she wants, accept it, allow herself to feel it.
and gods, does it feel nice.
alisaie does not know what she's doing any more than he does, and their kiss on his birthday was wonderful, memorable, but this one is more, it's deeper, and that is terrifying but exciting. alisaie is nothing if not bold. so when his lips part over hers, demure and uncertain, she does the sam, parting her lips for him and tilting her head so that they fit more closely together, like two halves of a whole. a quiet, plaintive sound escapes between their mouths, and her tongue carefully darts outward, tracing his lower lip, her cold fingers slipping up into his damp, messy hair. ]
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and gods, does it feel nice.
alisaie does not know what she's doing any more than he does, and their kiss on his birthday was wonderful, memorable, but this one is more, it's deeper, and that is terrifying but exciting. alisaie is nothing if not bold. so when his lips part over hers, demure and uncertain, she does the sam, parting her lips for him and tilting her head so that they fit more closely together, like two halves of a whole. a quiet, plaintive sound escapes between their mouths, and her tongue carefully darts outward, tracing his lower lip, her cold fingers slipping up into his damp, messy hair. ]